Acceptance of What Is

 I’m at the airport plenty early, because my flight has been delayed. It happens. It doesn’t create any problems for me, since I don’t have a connecting flight. It’s easy enough to let my brother know, but then, he’s plenty sharp enough to check arrival times before setting out to pick me up. All is well.

I managed to get a quick delivery of a percussion massager, which I found, to my surprise, really helped with the bursitis which has decided to visit for awhile. I charged it overnight, then safely tucked it away in my carry-on. Ha! Take that, pain! I’m prepared! Except, when going through the TSA pre-boarding, I realized that I didn’t think to add any of the attachments, rendering my new massager useful only as a doorstop. 

What else might I have forgotten? I’m fairly sure I have all the important stuff, but more shall be revealed. The good news is, my visit is still a positive event. With the exception of massager attachments, I’m fairly sure I can get any other thing I forgot. 

It’s always something! I could fume at the delay, but that would only affect my well-being; it wouldn’t effect any change. I could cry about my forgetfulness, or I could shrug it off. I shrug a lot these days.

Meanwhile, I just enjoyed a lovely cup of coffee, and I’m about to plow into a muffin. I have money for these nice little extras! I was able to reserve a seat with extra legroom—alway a good thing for this tall girl. I remembered my charging cable, so I can enjoy using my tablet and my phone. Excellent!

Today, I am grateful for the not at all hard-to-take lessons in acceptance of what is. It’s good practice for acceptance of the truly important things.